borders - clearly defined between us, from air to body, our location given point through space and time. Yet, we are more truly seen as constellations, patterns within the whole, not real, but identified as lines within existence. We are not separate in any sense other than our collective imagination, our thoughts of being apart seem to keep us confined in a private worlds. I am here, and the space that lies between us is actually our together - no matter what appears as distance. Every border is imagined, even as they define us in appearance. Reality only knows itself as one thing - and from this we emerge in the guise of our distinctions.
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Peace,
Eric
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